4 Poems For Grief

We all know how grief can affect us and watching as others go through it can be troubling. Find poems for grief that discuss how hard grief can be for not only the griever but also those having to sit and watch and not being able to help or take away the pain. Grief is a difficult time for anyone, and all we can do to help others is be there.


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  1. Grief
    Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox

    As the funeral train with its honored dead
    On its mournful way went sweeping,
    While a sorrowful nation bowed its head
    And the whole world joined in weeping,
    I thought, as I looked on the solemn sight,
    Of the one fond heart despairing.
    And I said to myself, as in truth I might,
    "How sad must be this sharing."

    To share the living with even Fame,
    For a heart that is only human.
    Is hard, when Glory asserts her claim
    Like a bold, insistent woman;
    Yet a great, grand passion can put aside
    Or stay each selfish emotion,
    And watch, with a pleasure that springs from pride,
    Its rival — the world's devotion.

    But Death should render to love its own.
    And my heart bowed down and sorrowed
    For the stricken woman who wept alone
    While even her dead was borrowed;
    Borrowed from her, the bride — the wife —
    For the world's last martial honor.
    As she sat in the gloom of her darkened life.
    With her widow's grief fresh upon her.

    He had shed the glory of Love and Fame
    In a golden halo about her ;
    She had shared his triumphs and worn his name:
    But, alas! he had died without her.
    He had wandered in many a distant realm,
    And never had left her behind him;
    But now, with a spectral shape at the helm.
    He had sailed where she could not find him.

    It was only a thought, that came that day
    In the midst of the muffled drumming
    And funeral music and sad display,
    That I knew was right and becoming;
    Only a thought as the mourning train
    Moved, column after column,
    Bearing the dead to the burial plain
    With a reverence grand as solemn.



  2. Weep No More
    Poet: Samuel Fletcher

    Weep no more, nor sigh, nor groan,
    Sorrow calls no time that's gone;
    Violets plucked, the sweetest rain
    Makes not fresh nor grow again; -
    Trim thy locks, look cheerfully;
    Fate's hidden ends eyes cannot see:
    Joys as wingfed dreams fly fast,
    Why should sadness longer last?
    Grief is but a wound to woe;
    Gentlest fair one, mourn no more.



  3. Sad Hearts
    Poet: Caleb Davis Bradlee

    Sad are the hearts met here to-day,
    And heavy is our grief;
    Be thou, God, the light and way
    Unto a sure relief.

    In prime of life, at manhood's hour,
    This heavy blow has come;
    And parents dear did feel thy power,
    When thou didst call him home.

    They loved him much, they hardly know
    Why they should give him up!
    But wilt thou, Father, gently show
    How they shall drink the cup?

    And let them look right through the gate
    That leads to Thee above;
    And may they sec his royal state
    All hallowed by thy love.

    And guardian angel let him be
    Over their home and heart;
    May he by thine all-wise decree,
    A daily grace impart.

    Let father, mother, brothers dear,
    All bow unto thy will;
    And calm each thought, and stay each fear,
    And speak thy "Peace, be still!"



    4. This authors grief of the passing of her father brought her to write this poem. She missed their talks and walks together and is reminded of these things when she goes for walks in the same places she use to take with her father. Being reminded of our grief in our everday routines makes mourning for someone you miss that much harder. It's a part of the process that most of us cannot get around. We all have to come to terms with not having that person in our everyday life any more. This poem speaks to that truth.

  4. The Mountains
    Poet:Katharine Tynan

    I heard them talk of the mountains,
    The kind and innocent folk:
    Something troubled the fountains
    The grief in my heart awoke.

    My heart was a heart that broke;
    Something troubled the fountains;
    The grief in my heart awoke
    When they talked of the mountains.

    Over the mountain blue,
    By the fields and the winding boreen,
    I walked and I talked with you
    In days that are over, asthoreen.

    We walked together, asthoreen,
    When the blackbird sang in the dew;
    As we talked by the fields and the boreen
    My heart was a bird that flew.

    Now it is heavy as lead,
    No matter how fine the weather;
    It falls like a thing stone-dead
    That once was light as a feather.

    We walked and we talked together,
    And pleasant the things we said:
    The larks sprang out of the heather.
    Och, many's the tear I've shed!

    The kind and innocent people
    Discourse of the mountains still.
    I think of a low grey steeple
    And the graves lying under the hill.

    Ochone these Summers are chill!
    They were meaning nothing, the people,
    My heart went crying its fill
    For a new grave under the steeple.


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